Chapter 12: One of the Hardest Decisions to Make
Looking around, Harry could see a room that was definitely not familiar to him. The walls were made of a gray type of stone, which trapped the moisture from the room inside, making it almost impossible to speak. Torches with fire burned elegantly around the walls of the room, sending shadows flickering around the room, revealing corners only for a second, then leaving. Trying to sit up, Harry felt an arm push him back down. Straining his eyes without his glasses, he could see that he had a long white beard, which went almost to the floor.
"Harry, do not speak. I will explain where you are momentarily. I just need to know the medical state in which you are in."
"Professor, why am I in here? Why can't I be in the hospital wing?"
"Harry, a big decision faces you. I will have to explain to you first the problem. When you collapsed in Hogsmead, people believed you dead, which caused many people to panic. I knew that you were not dead, but I realized that if you faked dead and continued to train, then we would have an advantage upon Voldemort."
"Professor, wouldn't that injure many people though. Voldemort would start to go after all of the other people, instead of just framing me. He would murder my friends."
"Yes, Harry. I thought that you might see it that way. However, there are many advantages to this. By pretending that you are dead and framing a burial for you, you could go on a quest to find the exact tool, which you need to defeat him. Do you know which tool this is?"
"No, but I have a feeling that you are about to tell me."
"Yes, I am afraid that you know me quite well. It is called the Green Flame Torch."
Harry looked over at Dumbledore, bewildered. What in the world was the Green Flame Torch? As if reading Harry's mind, Dumbledore replied,
"The Green Flame Torch is an ancient power that, if used properly, could rid the world of all evil." Harry was astounded. Rid the world of evil? That couldn't be possible, could it?
"Yes, I will do what you ask, Professor. But, what will you tell my friends and the other people I know?"
"You are dead, Harry. When you have the Green Flame Torch, you will be able to become 'alive'. Then, and only then will you be able to teach again. Oh, and just before you were attacked in Hogsmead, I filled out your form, Harry. You are now no longer a student from Hogwarts. You have mastered skills far beyond what I have been able to do, and therefore, I cannot teach you anymore. The only thing you can learn is the material from the ancient books I gave you in the begginning of the year. Good Luck."
Dumbledore disappeared.
Looking around, Harry could see a room that was definitely not familiar to him. The walls were made of a gray type of stone, which trapped the moisture from the room inside, making it almost impossible to speak. Torches with fire burned elegantly around the walls of the room, sending shadows flickering around the room, revealing corners only for a second, then leaving. Trying to sit up, Harry felt an arm push him back down. Straining his eyes without his glasses, he could see that he had a long white beard, which went almost to the floor.
"Harry, do not speak. I will explain where you are momentarily. I just need to know the medical state in which you are in."
"Professor, why am I in here? Why can't I be in the hospital wing?"
"Harry, a big decision faces you. I will have to explain to you first the problem. When you collapsed in Hogsmead, people believed you dead, which caused many people to panic. I knew that you were not dead, but I realized that if you faked dead and continued to train, then we would have an advantage upon Voldemort."
"Professor, wouldn't that injure many people though. Voldemort would start to go after all of the other people, instead of just framing me. He would murder my friends."
"Yes, Harry. I thought that you might see it that way. However, there are many advantages to this. By pretending that you are dead and framing a burial for you, you could go on a quest to find the exact tool, which you need to defeat him. Do you know which tool this is?"
"No, but I have a feeling that you are about to tell me."
"Yes, I am afraid that you know me quite well. It is called the Green Flame Torch."
Harry looked over at Dumbledore, bewildered. What in the world was the Green Flame Torch? As if reading Harry's mind, Dumbledore replied,
"The Green Flame Torch is an ancient power that, if used properly, could rid the world of all evil." Harry was astounded. Rid the world of evil? That couldn't be possible, could it?
"Yes, I will do what you ask, Professor. But, what will you tell my friends and the other people I know?"
"You are dead, Harry. When you have the Green Flame Torch, you will be able to become 'alive'. Then, and only then will you be able to teach again. Oh, and just before you were attacked in Hogsmead, I filled out your form, Harry. You are now no longer a student from Hogwarts. You have mastered skills far beyond what I have been able to do, and therefore, I cannot teach you anymore. The only thing you can learn is the material from the ancient books I gave you in the begginning of the year. Good Luck."
Dumbledore disappeared.